Oh, thou delicate flower. You who cannot stand so much as a critical tone. Maybe we ought to wrap you up in silky down comforters and stow you away from all human contact as you are to precious to kick about in the world with the rest of us.

Or maybe you ought to come down off your high horse, simmer down, buck up and get crackin’ and, at least, make an attempt at doin’ something useful.

From the headline, I thought, “Wow! Another great article in The Onion!”

But every day, it gets harder and harder to write satire.

A radio talk show today mentioned that mind-set. Any criticism of Susan Rice, for example, about her embarrassing performance about Benghazi, is labeled “racist”. The fact that she either lied, or was deliberately misinformed by the administration/CIA/State Department (which seems to be the case), is irrelevant.

Since ALL vocabulary is now racist, I guess I can use labels on this clown I’d have used when I was much younger (jig, porch monkey….). Since all words are bad, none are bad.

As for Rice, I think she was saying what her boss (the mulatto usurper) told her to say. He (the mighty mulatto) said (I’m paraphrasing); “If you have a problem with Rice, you have a problem with me, take it up with me.” Of course, that will be racist too.

Well, obviously part of the article is parody. But which parts? Having learned that “Chicago,” “golf,” and “incompetent” are all code words for Black, it’s obvious that any word uttered in any context about any topic by a Republican is racist.

Or so we are solemnly informed by representatives of the party of slavery, secession, Jim Crow, the Klan, “separate but equal,” lynching, the poll tax, George Wallace, Bull Connor, and Lester Maddox. You know, the guys who had a Klansman in the senate until he finally died of Dutch Elm Disease. The ones who called Condi Rice a “house nigga.”

Yeah. Those guys.

If that’s the case, then they have made racist a label to be proud of.